Ego

Private transactions through glass doors Oh you tell me You like fucking on the floor Barista boy in the coffee shop Free espresso shots To keep you up till the morning Whoa you should take a photo Whoa oh a hit to the ego Blur out the faces and Fake love Fake love Taste for tannins in your stimulus check I can't pronounce french Stuff your mouth till the clock strikes twelve Hand stuck in the fan Because it hurts too much Just to get a good fuck You're asleep standing up Whoa you should take a photo Whoa-oh a hit to the ego Blur out the faces and Fake love Fake love Whoa you should take a photo Whoa oh a hit to the ego Blur out the faces and Fake love Fake love Together, collapse in pleasure Nature makes it easy sometimes Inanimate weapons for trauma Guess that's what we're working with right now Whoa you should take a photo Whoa oh a hit to the ego Blur out the faces and Fake love Fake love Fake love Fake love Fake love Fake love